From the way Alpha's glaring at me, I'm pretty sure he wants me dead. Well, living isn't all that great right now.
The Lycan King looks at me again. "Answer the question, human."
But my panicked brain can't quite recall what it was. Averting my gaze from his intense gray eyes, my eyes dart around the room, flinching away from Alpha's glower.
Instead, I look at the Lycans sitting at the table. One of them has fiery red hair and freckles all over his cheeks, and he leans his elbows on the table, smiling faintly when our eyes meet. Out of everyone waiting for me to speak, he's the only one who seems remotely approachable.
